From shore-less sea of time through that of rhymeupon whose waves non-self should dedicateitself, ignore scored centuries and climbtowards ascension, there to celebrate.Cartesian logic cannot answer allone's whys and wherefores when both time and placeare mutable, must mock most rise and fall, ignore fame's flames, ignominity's disgrace.

'I am' imagination's figment seems, here now, together lost to minds of men, infinite opportunities through dreamstransmit life's flambeau time and time again.